Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 32

She had nothing to say. She only glared at him with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I will fulfill anything that Rae–Rae likes,” David said.

“You…” Rachel opened her mouth. She eventually let out a helpless sigh. “Forget it, as long as you’re happy.”

Upon hearing her words, David’s lips curved into a joyful smile. He said, “I came late before and couldn’t accompany you day and night, but from now on. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you”

“David, I haven’t agreed yet,” Rachel said.

“I know,” David said as he lowered his gaze and stared at Rachel’s pretty face. The faint blush on her fair cheeks was still visible. “But sooner or later, you will be mine.”

With that simple sentence, Rachel felt the unrestrained arrogance that lay behind it.

A hint of shyness crossed her face. She pushed away the man in front of her and quickly said, “Good night,” before turning around and leaving without looking back.

David stood in place, his gaze falling on the fleeing figure that carried a hint of panic. He lightly smiled.

closed, Rachel leaned back against it, still

was young, everyone around her had been teaching her how to love. Only this man

to have given her many choices, but he also invisibly cut off all her retreats, forcing

facing David, she always felt angry and frustrated. She wanted to take action but ultimately failed to

the floating night sky outside the window. Her mind was

unclear how much time had passed. She fell asleep

light was faint, and all things were just waking

she opened the door and walked out. She saw Old Mrs. Jones sitting in the living room. She quickly walked over and greeted, “Mrs. Jones.”

you sleep well last night?” Old Mrs. Jones asked, her lips curving into a meaningful smile as she scrutinized

lifted her hand to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear and replied, “I

David walked in from outside, his gaze involuntarily fell

A few strands fell in front of her forehead, giving off

radiance. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her lips, moist and luscious, exuded a tempting allure that inexplicably captured all of one’s attention.

glance made David scream in his mind. He recalled a line of poetry by a poet

have dinner,” Old Mrs. Jones

senses and silently tightened his grip on the small green medicine bottle in his hand

chair for

as she sat down, David pushed the chair in a little with a smooth and synchronized movement, displaying a great